Take My Hand.
Oh take my hand and let us take a trip
We’ll climb aboard that mystic, magic ship
We’ll float within a soft and formless haze
And the Gods of darker times we will erase.
We’ll see rich colors strong in their allure
And sound will echo clear, and very pure
And Pan will certify our very being
As life in mystery we will be seeing.
So many stars will fill the mystic eye
And death the way we see it, it will die
The truth in all its splendor will appear
Like a phoenix it will rise above all fear.
We’ll look and laugh and dance within the fire
And watch those curtains falling on desires
We’ll swim within the hazy face of God
And recognize the path that must be trod.